20 of the Best Lyrics From Stalley’s ‘Tell the Truth: Shame the Devil’ EP
Patience is a virtue that is often lacking in artists and musicians of today, but remains an invaluable trait and is one that is often required to reach long-term success. One rapper that understands this better than most is Stalley, who has spent much of the last decade building his brand while biding his time waiting for the proper opportunity to shine.
First coming to prominence during the era of the blog explosion, Stalley would quickly find himself on the forefront of the wave of online favorites turned stars-in-waiting, much off the strength of a standout guest spot on Curren$y's Pilot Talk album, as well as his breakout 2011 mixtape, Lincoln Way Nights. Sporting an everyman sensibility and an eclectic rhyme style unique to itself, Stalley would pique the interest of rap star and mogul Rick Ross, who recruited the bearded spitter to become a part of his Maybach Music Group stable, joining the likes of fellow new jacks Wale and Meek Mill as the foundation of the burgeoning movement.
Making his presence felt via appearances on MMG's Self Made compilation series, Stalley would eventually get to take center stage with the release of his debut album, Ohio, in 2014, which saw him dropping poetic flows alongside tenured veterans like Rick Ross and De La Soul, as well as fresher faces like Ty Dolla $ign, Nipsey Hussle, and August Alsina.
Building on that momentum with a pair of mixtapes, 2015's The Laughing Introvert and 2016's last year's Saving Yusuf, Stalley has been on a tear throughout 2017, with his most last release, New Wave, finding the Mid-Western spitter asserting himself following his departure from Maybach Music Group. Deciding to keep striking while the iron is hot, Stalley has returned with another EP, titled Tell the Truth: Shame The Devil, which finds the Ohio rep sounding rejuvenated and rhyming with a renewed purpose.
XXL gives Stalley's latest release of spin and picks out 20 of the hottest bars from Tell the Truth: Shame the Devil.
"1 Deep (Solo)"
Stalley"The check adderall I'm up nigga/BCG Don’t ask me ‘bout no other niggas/If you ain’t showin’ love then I don’t fuck with ya/These niggas full of lies, I got trust issues/And I ain’t sending shots, I’m sending scud missiles"
"1 Deep (Solo)"
Stalley"Blood pressure boilin’, bad chick for every toy I’m in/Lotta kids in the game, but I don’t really toy with them/Gold rings coilin’, usually the nugget type/18 karat mustard bright/All this damn shade it’s a must I shine/Fuck the declining, it’s a must I rise"
"Jean Jacket"
Stalley"Labels puttin’ labels on me, haters still hatin’ on me/But I gotta make a way cause my fans been waitin’ on me/And they don’t understand all the politics/Got me stressin’ but they don’t even acknowledge it/Just wanna fill my brain with a hollow tip/Got a nigga mind on some suicidal shit"
"Jean Jacket"
Stalley"All this gold sittin’ on the shelf, but I’d rather wear it on my neck/Industry want me to change, but I’d rather wear my respect/All these thoughts I be battlin’/Codeine in my abdomen/Pickin’ up habits from my addict friends/Another victim to the peer pressure/Wonder if God see me any lesser/With this whole pint sittin’ on the dresser"
"Jean Jacket"
Stalley"Drop head for the hecklers/Middle finger, get the message/Not Melle Mel, but I’m hip hop/Chuck D with a gold watch/D-Boy move the whole block/Destroy and rebuild/You dig me like a hole in the field/Six feet when I go for the kill"
"Jean Jacket"
Stalley"Give ’em the tip like it come with the bill/B.C.G. logo right over the bill/When you get money what the hell is a mil/Potbelly papi I ain’t missin’ a meal/Aiesha got the cookbook, no curry/My kids livin’ good now, no worry/Cleared all the clouds out, no flurries/Cleared all the clowns out, back sturdy"
"Jean Jacket"
Stalley"'45 on my back now, that jersey/Mansion in Englewood, back Jersey/Festival in Poland, packed 30/Thousand, kids all wildin'/That's a lot for a kid from housing, never thought I'd be Lambo browsing/Especially when I came from being homeless and sleeping on couches"
"Turtle Van"
Stalley"All white seven Brandon Roy/BCG yeah its branded boy/Bunch of self made guap getters/Straight up out the swamp nigga/They lifestyles they wanna swap with us/You’d think I had a third hand how I clock figures"
"Turtle Van"
Stalley"They call me Stalley Ichiban come from whippin’ 10/100 grand every Instagram post/Used to post with the poles under lamp post/Forgiatos on my Ghost [24 soak]/Paint wet weed got me coughin’ like a cold/100 notes in the envelope, I’m far from broke"
"Stall God"
Stalley"IF's no VV's/I sex all RiRis, ’Yonces and Madonnas/Stack paper add commas/Any drama pop the llama/Style god, I'm your father/Loose shit on my collar/Stack paper add commas/Stack paper add commas"
"Stall God"
Stalley"In the trenches with my riders/Sweat pants in my Pradas/Ain't nothing ’bout us modest/New shoes on the Tonkas/System shaking like maracas/Moroccan chick from the projects/Kinda ratchet kinda conscious/I like my cars like a topless"
"Stall God"
Stalley"Her mouth wet like the fountains/Ran up a mill and kept counting/Threw on my chain and start drowning/Ocean stones count eleven/Seven-fifty horses revving, holy ghost call the reverend/Niggas switching like Kevin,I'm staying down like Russ/Put faith in the callous, in God we trust"
"Stall God"
Stalley"Comma, comma, comma million/Private jets type of trips I'm on/Chinese dish with the Szechuan/Blue magic no special wand/Water whippin' till the texture gone/Money low you can text my phone/Sixteens in the trap/Every verse cost a brick"
"Stall God"
Stalley"My advance a Bugatti, oh my what a lick/Oyster perpetual movement, know the watch don't tick/Ten K on a fit, Forgiatos on the Bent/Mussan behind the Range, put the foreigns on the strip"
"My Line"
Stalley Featuring Migos"Cell phone jumping, everybody and their momma on me/I been up counting money since about five in the morning/No time for interruptions, fill the goyard with the hundreds/Silencers on the MAC, all my youngins down to punch shit" - Stalley
"My Line"
Stalley featuring Migos"Dont call my phone you ain't talkin’ about nothing/Don’t interrupt my conversation/We ain’t got nothing to talk about unless you calling to talk about some paper/Want them racks in the rubberbands/I’m trying to ball just like Jordan in Concords/So I’m calling that bullshit/‘Cause anything else, ain't got time for" - Migos and Stalley
"My Line"
Stalley Featuring Migos"Yo conversation is irrelevant/Yo from Texas, I'm sipping on medicine/I got the white girl, Jennifer Aniston/They see me in 'Raris, and they get to panicking/Giuseppe steppin', I'm fresher than manikins/My diamonds gonna shine like a light on a ambulance/And I got bricks of canned yams/Smokin on shit come from Amsterdam" - Offset
"Squattin'"
Stalley"Hermes when I blow my nose/Designer from head to toe/Fashion killa wish a Gunter/Forgis swinging like a nunchuk/Cuban shining like the sun's up/Bank on my like Sun Trust/Never spend it on a ho, ain't no ho that son trust"
"Squattin'"
Stalley"Fish scale we play with that/Fuck 12 in my Raiders hat/On the southeast where my raiders at/B & E taking all your stacks/My .357 I call it cap/Jet black its pro-black/Triangle where the nose at/Squeeze once they all collapse"
"Green Eyed"
Stalley Featuring Young Scooter"All this jewelry on me dripping like a waterfall/Forgis on the 6 series, make the Beamer crawl/Beam on the 45, I make that Eagle walk/Bulldog a nigga, eat his face when it spark/I ain't with the talk or that hating shit you on/Niggas pocket watching, got the Feds on the phone/Money busting seams on the jeans, I can't hold it all/Niggas talking beef, get the Draco, that's the Soulja talk" - Stalley
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